My English buddy Toby and I went to Osaka this week to see The Horrors at a small club. The night before the concert we found this quaint little French bohemian-looking bar and had a few drinks there. It was awesome!

Here you can sort of get a better view of the bar

Toby and I at the concert

New shoes, they killed my feet, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices for fashion!

I had a panic attack on the Haunted Mansion ride when I was 12. That was when my parents first realized that there was something wrong with me. Since my mom's side of the family is from St Augustine I've had a few chances to try it out whist on anti-depressants/psychotics and it's quite fun.

Also, the hair and hubby are lovely. And props to a fellow gothy crafter. Quilts pwn.

I had a panic attack on the Haunted Mansion ride when I was 12. That was when my parents first realized that there was something wrong with me. Since my mom's side of the family is from St Augustine I've had a few chances to try it out whist on anti-depressants/psychotics and it's quite fun.

Also, the hair and hubby are lovely. And props to a fellow gothy crafter. Quilts pwn.

Wow...sorry to hear that you had a panic attack. I first went on the Haunted Mansion I think when I was five or seven and loved it.

I have always been a darkling though and morbidity is my niche.

I adore St. Augustine and wish I lived there.

That's where hubby and I spent our honeymoon and we have gone back a couple of times since - the very last time we were able to enter the Presbyterian Public Burial Ground where all the yellow plague victims are buried.

We'd been there twice before and couldn't get in. The last time when we took our son, a little old couple was fixing up the area and let us in.

Oh and house-wise, I so want to live in the tiny leather shop or the little house that's now the snack shop right there across from the fort.

I'd kill for the kitchen in it!

Thanks for the hair and hubby compliments and yes, quilting rules...although I'm sure quilt snobs would eviscerate me for doing them my own way.

On St. A- my grandad had a PhD in archaeology and was the director of the historical society. He could and now my grandma can get me in whenever i want with just a phone call. Awesomest random perk of my peculiar and interesting family.